Tyrion's death was the victim of a grand conspiracy.

After death, this once biggest dream was to be a lifelong ranger with the person he liked, looking at everything that happened to him from another perspective, he was like knowing the apocalypse, and under the strange influence of death, he went all the way to the present.

In the eyes of omniscient observers, Tyrion's experience may not be too peculiar, after all, in the higher dimensions, there are many experiences that are 10,000 times more exciting than Tyrion's story, but this elf is truly special.

He has many peculiar characteristics, and for the legion under his command, although it is similar to the race of another undead, that is, the Scourge undead of the Northlands, the composition of the two is very different, and in the sense of existence, the Darkblade Legion is more reasonable and worthy of attention than the undead scourge.

The Darkblade Legion has an unwritten rule.

Since Tyrion, each member has never forced the living to join them, and even when recruiting knights, they have to evaluate the past experiences of new members, rather than soliciting them indiscriminately like the undead scourge, this is a tedious but necessary process, and Tyrion believes that he and his legion are carrying out a great and correct mission, so they must show their legitimacy.

There will be no pure villains and heinous sinners mixed into this not very closely connected group, especially at the level of high-ranking knights, every high-ranking knight of the Darkblade Legion has a firm will, a sense of mission, a thinking like a living person, a relatively complete soul, and a completely free will.

This last point is particularly important.

Although their spirits are often connected by the spiritual connections established by Tyrion, in times of war, each high-ranking knight can report their news on this spiritual "network", and the high-ranking members can convey instructions to the subordinate members through this network, and even the voice of Tyrion will be transmitted to the hearts of every high-ranking knight through this network.

It seems to be undefended, but in the upper echelons of the Dark Blade, no one will take the initiative to spy on another person's mind... This is forbidden and at the same time unnecessary.

Because the top management firmly believes that this group is not enslaved by cruel and backward spirits, but a steel team united by a common mission and goal, which cannot be destroyed or disintegrated.

To be honest, this is somewhat idealistic, but it turns out that almost a decade has passed since the war of Draenor, and the group is still stable.

In the continuous wars, few people have the leisure time to think about these emotional things, but like all groups, in the process of moving in one direction, not all people think the same things in their hearts, and under the surface of the steady mountain, those undercurrents have grown, and in the conscious manipulation of a certain will, these undercurrents have been quietly brought together.

Are they going to betray the group?

No...

At least among the hundreds of Death Knights who followed the El Knight and left the Dark Temple on flying mounts, only a few really wanted to betray the Dark Blade, and many more of the deserters were followers attracted by the El Knight's thinking, they did not deny that the Dark Blade Legion's goal was great, but they believed that the Dark Blade's actions were not all correct, and they thought that the civilization of this world should be given more time instead of throwing them into an irresistible disaster and pressure.

They always believe that human civilization still has the possibility of being saved, and that the original civilization of this world has its own unique advantages, and it is qualified to live, rather than being completely swept into the dust of history in the planning of the King of the Dark Blade.

They believe that human civilization will become great, provided that they can survive this last battle, as some guy with a torn body said, this is an unfair game, these escaped death knights, want to use their own strength, to make this game, to make the world, more fair.

In other words, they are actually one of the few necromancers... Idealist.

And their ideals are obviously derivatives that come from the same source as the big plan of the dark blade, but go on a different path.

In fact, throughout history, when each large organization grows to a certain extent, it is inevitable that there will be divisions due to different ideas, the Cenarion Council of the Night Elves, the Ruling Group formed by the ancient Eredas, and even the Burning Legion, there are different hills, so to speak, in the absence of full-coverage mind control (enslavement), division is an inevitable future, but sooner or later.

What's more, even with the Lich King's mind control, history in another timeline proves that that thing isn't a panacea.

This time, the fission of ideas belonging to the Darkblade Legion has nothing to do with logic, it is purely a natural phenomenon, and in the long run, this fission may not be a bad thing.

But if you think about it this way, you will find another question that goes straight to the source: where did the El Knight, the initiator of the fission, come from? You must know that this paladin was not a theorist or a philosopher during his lifetime or after his death, and this kind of esoteric supplement to the world planning of the Darkblade Legion was not something he could plan alone.

Who is spreading this idea, which is very different from the mainstream of the Blade?

This... It's probably going to be a puzzle.

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"Wow"

"Whew!"

In the face of the army of death knights falling from the sky, the Whispering Harbor Sky Knights, who were stunned by the two rounds of artillery bombardment, had no way to resist at all, and the air shock of the cannonball explosion was still affecting the fragile somatosensory nerves of these living, and even the fierce griffins covered with feathers were difficult to maintain their flight posture in the previous air explosion.

Coupled with the fact that the Darkblade Legion has completed the refitting from top to bottom, in the face of these "high-tech" death knights flying in the air, armed with high-powered shotguns, high-explosive grenades, engineering nets, and even prototype stun guns made by gnomes, the air defense of Whispering Harbor was quickly swept away.

Beyond the tall, lit walls, the legions of the Human Emperor were trying to come back, but the undead who had rushed out of the Dark Temple had completely outflanked them from the rear of the battlefield with airborne tactics.

It's like sandwich bread, hundreds of thousands of human soldiers who are not afraid of death are trapped in the undead, Whispering Harbor, which has lost 80% of its actual defense force, the battle of the three fleets in the open sea, those ignited ships almost reflected the entire night sky, coupled with the shelling just now, has plunged the entire Whispering Harbor into absolute chaos.

Some people hid in their own corners and shivered, and many more ran around the city blindly, they didn't know where to go, the battlefield was definitely not to go, but the other way was the icy sea, and the easy and difficult terrain when the Whisper Harbor was built almost became the last straw that broke the camel's back after the city's defenses were broken.

In the face of the death knights who fell from the sky, their bodies were wrapped in an icy storm, and their faces were full of murderous aura, and in the face of the undead who were awakened by them, any normal person would feel fear, and under the oppression of the undead, the hundreds of thousands of civilians who were still stranded in the city were like headless flies, constantly retreating towards the back of the city.

Occasionally, some stunned youths will be oppressed by fear, brandishing weapons and trying to rush up desperately, but they are quickly disarmed by the Death Knight, knocked unconscious and thrown back into the crowd, or simply thrown in place.

There are still hundreds of thousands of people in the city, El is seriously lacking in strength, and the King of the Dark Blades will arrive on the battlefield at any time, and he is not sure in his heart how long the Khadgars will be able to hold off Tyrion... But if the Khadgars are willing to sacrifice themselves for this "salvation", then why can't his followers give it a go?

"Leave those who are left alone!"

Al's voice echoed in the small spiritual bonds formed between the hundreds of knights:

"Oppress humanity towards the sea! We just need to take most of the people! ”

After finishing speaking, Al took out another communication stone and activated it casually:

"Aznab, how's your situation going over there?"

"I'm monitoring."

A low, elven-accented voice rang out in the Communication Stone:

"There's no sign of the exposé yet, but you'd better hurry... It's too close to the battlefield for anyone to find out at any moment. ”

"Keep monitoring!"

The El Knight hung up the communication, he raised his head and looked at the chaotic city in front of him, the civilians who were blindly running in fear, and the humans, which reminded El of many, many things.

At this moment, he felt the fragility and dazedness of flesh and blood life, if it was a group of undead here, they would definitely not appear in such a chaotic situation, nor would they be controlled by spreading emotions, and they would not lose their judgment of the environment.

Emotions are contagious, and within the confines of a city, when fear begins to spread, human actions are unpredictable, especially when there is no reinforcement and hope, they are like beasts that have completely lost their minds, and go to the path that the enemy has arranged for them.

In the midst of the directional oppression of the necromancers evoked by the Death Knights, the entire city of humans continued to retreat towards the sea behind them, perhaps they would end up either being captured by the undead or swallowed by the icy waters, but... But this was not a killing operation after all, and even in the plans of the Death Lord Iriel, civilians would not be allowed to die in the dim waters.

At the moment when those people who were screaming and completely crushed by fear jumped into the sea, they were surprised to find that the flowing sea water had been frozen in the escape of death energy, and in the dark night, looking out along the rapidly freezing sea, it was like a road to unknown fear, and now... These people, who have lost everything, have to walk on this path.

"Ding, Ding"

The death knights' iconic horse bells rang out on the sea, and with the joint efforts of nearly a hundred high-ranking knights, the entire sea was frozen, and those humans who had escaped death stood on the ice and called frantically, and soon, more people joined them.

They held crying children, supported their wounded companions, held in their hands shabby weapons that could not protect themselves at all, but could only comfort themselves, and kept running towards the dark front in the ringing of horse bells behind them, and even many of them did not know where they were going, but the only thing they knew was that death was chasing behind them.

The blind humans didn't realize that the Death Knights were planning to drive them beyond the sky shrouded in the Dark Temple... Like the last safe place in the shadows that swept through the night, in the heart of the dark sea, an area unaffected by the warped space around the Dark Temple.

"Fear... It's ironic..."

Standing on the docks of Whispering Harbor, the El Knight said to himself:

"Sure enough, as Tyrion's dark wisdom says, fear is the greatest and most useful weapon when facing flesh and blood..."

As he spoke, the Death Knight looked back at the scream-filled city behind him, he looked up at the cold, cloud-covered night sky, and he took out something from his bosom that was protected by layers, it was a box, engraved with runes he didn't recognize, to hide the aura of what was inside.

He remembered the last time he had met the Great Lich, what the Khadgar had said when he handed him the box.

The El Knight placed the box on his chest, and he whispered:

"There are adventures that come and go, the sacrifices of idealists, and the senses of a "prophet"... It's ironic, I might have gone crazy. ”

"Wow"

The strange box was opened, and in the middle of the box, an irregular crystal that emitted a red glow from the inside lay quietly, and the moment it touched the air, the crimson light in the crystal suddenly rippled open, like a ball of light placed on the chest of the El Knight.

"Viren! If you can hear, if you can see, if you really are the prophet who brings hope... So, let me look at the future we are seeking. ”

"Let me see!"